Let me know when it gets freaky

I got let out of work early tonight, which pleased me immensely. There was some kind of storm threat. Every time this has happened since I've moved to Boston, I've laughed at what they call a storm. They had some kind of mega-storm during an evening commute 25 years ago and assume all other storms will be the same. Buncha wusses, I say.

I have very little to contribute tonight. My mind is quiet. I am enjoying the stillness.

However, no one comes to a LiveJournal to read blankness. Ooh, did you see his blank screen today? It blew my mind. I find myself entertaining a new form a of narcissism: rereading my own journal entries.

The monkeys wanted more stuff to fling at each other. They had flung everything they'd gotten their hands on. They tossed rocks, but the rocks hurt. The ground was too hard to pull up in hand-sized chunks. Grass didn't throw well. Every monkey knows what throws really well, but these monkeys were keen for a new kick.

Then they saw the gelatin.

A monkey eating a mite embedded in flavored gelatin licked off a lover is in grooming heaven. Since monkeys don't write letters to Penthouse Forum, they simply keep going.

-there's a weird idea, ps/d